Stockholm Syndrome

What good are words if a smile says it all what will it take to find that special place My comfort to which i hold in an embrace I was full of grace when you put me in my box Falling deeper and deeper slower and slower Into the cellar for me you're quite stellar the perfect sky for me Is one you cant see he's the perfect guy nice and polite one that will watch you fall to your plight if you put me in my box I promise I won't talk I won't breathe or move I have everything to prove That you can Trust me believe me or not you will see in due time I will can not flee.